Between the shadows

 The sun is low, yet blinding in its force. 

Until today I'd never understood

How light can stream, like water gushing forth

To cleanse and burn.

That first taste of hot, sweet, vivant tea

Lived up to expectations; a drink to 

Soothe, evoke the past, reviving thoughts

Resting dormant.

Smiles surface all around, discriminating

Not against one's station or position

But blessing all of those who chose a life 

Between the shadows. 

And here I stand, years later, basking in the view

Of what has passed, deliberately forgetting

Why and how I stayed; not because of you

Bu sunburnt promises.